text_original: He canters fast or ambles slow, And either is a pretty game; His duties are but pleasures  oh, I wish that mine were just the same! Lessons would be another thing If I might turn from book and scroll, And learn to gallop round a ring, As he did when a little foal.
text_transcription: HE CAN'T AS FAST OR AMBLE SLOW AND EITHER IS A PRETTY GAME HIS DUTIES ARE BUT PLEASURES OH I WISH THAT MINE WERE JUST THE SAME LESSONS WOULD BE ANOTHER THING IF I MIGHT TURN FROM BOOK AND SCROLL AND LEARN TO GALLOP ROUND A RING AS HE DID WHEN A LITTLE FOAL
phonemes: hiː kˈæntɚz fˈæst ɔːɹ ˈæmbəlz slˈoʊ, ænd ˈiːðɚɹ ɪz ɐ pɹˈɪɾi ɡˈeɪm; hɪz dˈuːɾiz ɑːɹ bˌʌt plˈɛʒɚz ˈoʊ, aɪ wˈɪʃ ðæt mˈaɪn wɜː dʒˈʌst ðə sˈeɪm! lˈɛsənz wʊd biː ɐnˈʌðɚ θˈɪŋ ɪf aɪ mˌaɪt tˈɜːn fɹʌm bˈʊk ænd skɹˈoʊl, ænd lˈɜːn tə ɡˈæləp ɹˈaʊnd ɐ ɹˈɪŋ, æz hiː dˈɪd wɛn ɐ lˈɪɾəl fˈoʊl.